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Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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About Grandpa Tales

Grandpa Tales is a collection of adventures and reflections from a Grandpa’s perspective.

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But Grandpa

By on December 29, 2016 in Uncategorized with 2 Comments

I like to be right. I like to say things and have people hang on every word. Well, being right and the hanging on every word thing gets flushed down the toilet when dealing with my grandkids.

Now I’m not talking about teenage grandkids. My grandkids, all six of them, are in the single age digits. To their parent’s credit and my chagrin, they have a mind of their own and they are oh so happy to use it on me.

The other day, I was taking Molly to the bus stop and Brayden to preschool. The morning did not start out as I hoped. We arrived at the bus stop at 8:02. The bus usually comes between 8:05 and 8:10. One of the parents came up to the car door said, “the bus just left; it got here at 8:00”.

“Crap” I said to myself because, as all grandparents know, such language is simply not age appropriate. Having no idea where the bus went nor where I was going, I headed out to find it. And this was no easy task since we are in a new neighborhood and I had no idea where the streets connected nor did I know the bus route.

I said, “Are you guys up for an adventure?  We”re going to find the bus! This is going to be fun.”

Brayden spoke first: “But grandpa, I don’t want to be late for school”.

“You won’t be late; we’ll find the bus, Molly will get on it and we will head to your school”. “Nailed it”, I thought to myself.

“But grandpa, what if we can’t find the bus?” Didn’t nail it!

“Then we’ll bring Molly to her school”.

“But grandpa, then I’ll be late for my school and I won’t get to play with my friend.”

“We’ll find the bus, Brayden.”

“But grandpa, what if we don’t?”, he persisted.

Thankfully as I turned onto the next street, right in front of us was Molly’s bus. The chase started. I felt like Gene Hackman in the French Connection.

We followed that bus through the neighborhood waiting for its next stop. The students on the bus looked out the back of the bus, saw Molly’s grandpa’s car, and started to wave.

“Really, you’re waving”, I said to myself. “Tell the bus driver to stop”, I shouted into the front window. No surprise, the window didn’t respond. The kids kept waving.

The bus finally stopped to pick up the next set of kids, Molly got out, ran to the bus and got in. Success. How small victories can be so satisfying.

“Brayden, we’re good. Off we go to your school.”

“But grandpa, I don’t want to be late”.

“You won’t, we’ll get there on time.”

After a nanosecond of silence, Brayden said, “Grandpa, my wheat thins and gold fish fell on the floor and they’re dirty. Can we go back to your house and get new ones?”

I couldn’t help myself and said, “But Brayden, if we do you’ll be late for school.”

He smiled. Four years old and he understands irony.

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  1. Rich says:

    Brayden is a master of irony!

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